why not?

i seldom find the accomplishments of others terribly inspiring. why should i? jolly good for them but has nowt to do with me. if anything, these egregious achievements are an annoyance. the london marathon, for instance. saw a little of it over the weekend. i quite like the event but don't care for all the cant that goes with it: how "inspiring" it all is. it's just running. that's all.

in one respect though i am impressed. if i lived in london i'd never run. not propitious. too wet, too crowded, too trafficy, too dirty, too awful. takes a lot of moxie to run regularly in england.

anyway if clods like amanda holden, gordon ramsay, and our good friend bozo here (pictured), can run a full marathon then surely anyone—including me—can. so i believe i will. next year. not sure which one yet. still deciding.

the only hitch is that a marathon requires a sustained period of training for at least 6 months. tricky. constancy not my thing. i like to bounce around from running to squash to boxing to sea-splashing according to the season. my fitness fluctuates like the sine wave on a cathode-ray oscilloscope: 3 months of hyper activity followed by 3 months of comparative lassitude (though never descending to hippo-like lethargy). some reprogramming required.

i suppose it will be worth it. if only to feel smug afterwards.